Are there heathens in heaven? Are there angels in hell? Eat the bread that's unleavened and take a drink from the well.
All the perfect are taken. And the rest have been lost. With my life so forsaken the price of death is no cost.
I've done what I can to forge a self from my loss. If God had for me any plan it was that I should be tossed.
Yet hell would not have me. For I laugh at their worst. I leave Satan in tears to know one so cursed.
That the judgment means nothing. For I've judged God as well. Every breath is a miracle. From my first days I fell.
About the Creator
Michael R. Donohoe
New Mexico. I was an honors English major in college and have published fiction nonfiction, and poetry. Working on a dark fantasy novel about mother earth, animals, and consumans. I make art and live with too many cats.
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